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"Carl, I'm going over to the garden to meditate. If Obi-wan finds me, tell him I'll be back before dinner, ok?" Anakin said to his padawan, as he slipped on his Jedi robes over his plain white shirt and brown pants. Carl- Juan looked up at his master and nodded. "Yes master," he agreed in his Coruscant accent. Carl-Juan was born in Coruscant, and his accent was the exact same of Obi-wan Kenobi's.
Anakin nodded and made his way to the garden. There was still three to four hours before dinner and he knew that the garden was the best place for him to meditate. As he walked deep into the garden, using the force to guide him to a quiet and peaceful area, he sensed a soothing and familiar presence. Furrowing his blond eyebrows, he tilted his head and walked into a clearing. His mouth opened wide as he took in breathtaking scenery— the thundering waterfalls, the green grass, some wild and harmless native animals and … Padmé?
Just at that moment, Padmé turned, and her eyes widened. "Ani!" she greeted cheerfully, walking over to him. Anakin cleared his throat and bowed formally.
"How coincidental to see you here, milady," he greeted. Padmé's smile dimmed just a little. "Ani, it's just me and you. You don't have to be so formal, unless you would prefer me calling you Anakin instead?" Padmé asked.
"That would be good milady," Anakin replied and Padmé blinked at him, stupefied. "You want me to call you Anakin?"
"Yes milady. I'm rather ashamed of my brattish self when I was nine, and I would prefer it if I am never reminded of that stage," Anakin replied, sitting down on the grass. Padmé followed suit, her eyes never leaving his.
"Brattish self?" she asked, before mentally hitting herself for the lack of vocabulary. Anakin didn't seemed to notice as he nodded. "Yes, I now realized why Master Yoda was so unwilling to accept me into the Jedi order. I was terrible boy," he said, smirking slightly.
"This is the first time I've seen you smile since you were a kid," Padmé commented. "And you were not a brat. You were this intelligent young boy with exceptional flying skills," she praised, causing Anakin to blush profusely. "You've grown up, haven't you, Anakin?"
Anakin looked surprised at her question, but he nodded, somewhat shyly. "I guess I have grown up."
"Anakin, don't grow up too fast, ok? Promise me, you won't try to grow up to fast," Padmé pleaded, impulsively putting a hand on his. Anakin looked down and swallowed loudly. He had never experienced a feeling like this before. When Padmé touched him, he could feel his heart beat faster. Heck, one look at her could send him into hyperdrive! He turned away, trying to bury the thoughts. **Just an infatuation. Just an infatuation** He repeated that mantra to himself, before giving Padmé a nod.
"I'll try," he promised. Changing the subject, he asked. "So, what were you doing here all alone? It's dangerous to be out here alone, you know? No wonder the assassinations were so close to success," he lectured her, with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
"This is my own secret spot. Not even my handmaidens know it exist."
"I know," Anakin retorted, pointing a finger at his broad chest. Padmé looked at him quizically. "How did you know this place existed? It's buried so deep in the garden, no one bothers to look." Anakin shrugged and stared out at the majestic waterfalls. "The force brought me here," he said, seeming puzzled himself. "I don't why, but the force brought me here."
Padmé glanced at him, Anakin seemed almost vulnerable. She smiled at him and stood up. "I'll see at dinner then, Master Jedi," she said, her voice tinted with ironic amusement. Anakin stood up, ever the gentleman, and bowed. "I won't miss dinner for the world," he muttered, with a mocking smirk on his face, before looking surprised, as though he suddenly realized he had been flirting with him. Standing still, he scratched his jaw and nodded to the beautiful senator in front of him. As she walked off and the trees buried her from his sight, a distant memory pushed its way to the surface of his mind.
**Are you an angel?**
Anakin turned around, and got ready to meditate, to clear the thoughts from his mind. So intend was he on chasing the long forgotten memory, he didn't even realized when he accidentally muttered something under his breath.
"You're still an angel."
***
"Master Obi-wan, dinner's ready. Master Anakin's going to dinner later. He's meditating," Carl informed his grand-master. Obi-wan, who had been practicing his lightsabar skills, nodded, and deactivated his green lightsabar. With a wink at Carl, he gestured towards the dining room.
"Carl, how do you like being the apprentice of Anakin?" Obi-wan asked, attempting to make pleasant conversation, seeing that the boy probably never had an enjoyable conversation with his very strict master. Carl looked up at the wise-looking, bearded man with bright, honest eyes.
"Master Anakin is a great master. I feel honored to be the padawan of the chosen one. He truly is a good Jedi," Carl replied. Obi-wan merely smiled.
"But?" he asked.
Carl gathered up his courage. "I know that master Anakin's doing all that he is doing for me, and I am glad to have a loving master. He's like a brother to me, but sometimes I wish I could do things like other Jedi. Master Anakin's always so uptight. I could never joke with him, or truly tell him how I feel. He'll give me a long lecture." Carl played with his brown Jedi robe. "But I'll survive. Master Anakin saved my life more times than I can count, and I know he's doing all that he's doing to bring me up in the right way. He just wants me to be a good Jedi. If I can be half of Master Anakin, I will be proud."
"You look up to Anakin?" Obi-wan asked, with a kind smile at the young teen, with his cropped hair and a short stump of ponytail behind. Carl-Juan nodded. "Anakin's a good man, Carl. He is just concern for you," Obi-wan told Carl. Carl nodded again, and muttered 'yes, master.' As they entered the huge dining room, Obi-wan made a vow to talk to Anakin as soon as possible about cutting his padawan and himself some slack.
***
Anakin rushed into the dining room, his feet barely touching the ground as he ran gracefully. He stopped himself outside the room, and smoothed the imaginary wrinkles in his Jedi robe. Wiping the perspiration off his forehead, he opened the door. The group of people who had been happily eating and talking all stopped their conversations and turned to stare at him.
Anakin never did like being the center of attention. He would rather much prefer standing on one side, and brood. Now, his face turned a deep red, as he muttered a 'sorry'. Obi-wan couldn't help but give a small chuckle. Anakin suddenly looked his age, instead of the wise man who had grown up too fast. Anakin heard his friend's laughter and he narrowed his eyes.
**Do you mind not embarrassing me further, Obi-wan?**
**I'm sorry, my very young friend. But did you realize that you are blushing?**
**I am not!**
**I'm sure you aren't, Anakin.**
Anakin couldn't help but smirk at his master's ironically amused tone. He walked over to the table.
"Milady, forgive me. I lost track of the time."
Padmé was in her 'senator' mode, and she nodded regally at Anakin, excusing him for his lateness, while in actual fact she would love to tease him about his still-red face. As Anakin sat down at the empty spot next to her, she felt her heartbeat accelerating. She stole a glance at Anakin, who was busy eating. He was handsome, with his smooth, chiseled face and midnight- blue eyes. His short curls looked soft and Padmé wanted to run a finger through them to see if they were as soft as they looked. Anakin gave his lopsided grin at a joke Obi-wan was saying, and Padmé felt her heart drop. When he smiled, it was as though the world brightened up suddenly.
**Whoa! Padmé, what are you thinking?! He's a young boy. He's Ani. Not just any other Ani. But your Ani. You can't think of him romantically. Definitely not!** Padmé thought.
But she couldn't help herself. As Anakin lectured his padawan, Padmé observed him. He had matured, too much, perhaps. He was too uptight, too stiff. But when he smiled, he looked like the boy she once met in Tattoine. When he smiled, her heart ached for him. She wanted him, more than life itself, but how could she be in love with a boy who had matured into someone she barely knew?
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A/N: Writing until here for now. Reviews please!!!
"Carl, I'm going over to the garden to meditate. If Obi-wan finds me, tell him I'll be back before dinner, ok?" Anakin said to his padawan, as he slipped on his Jedi robes over his plain white shirt and brown pants. Carl- Juan looked up at his master and nodded. "Yes master," he agreed in his Coruscant accent. Carl-Juan was born in Coruscant, and his accent was the exact same of Obi-wan Kenobi's.
Anakin nodded and made his way to the garden. There was still three to four hours before dinner and he knew that the garden was the best place for him to meditate. As he walked deep into the garden, using the force to guide him to a quiet and peaceful area, he sensed a soothing and familiar presence. Furrowing his blond eyebrows, he tilted his head and walked into a clearing. His mouth opened wide as he took in breathtaking scenery— the thundering waterfalls, the green grass, some wild and harmless native animals and … Padmé?
Just at that moment, Padmé turned, and her eyes widened. "Ani!" she greeted cheerfully, walking over to him. Anakin cleared his throat and bowed formally.
"How coincidental to see you here, milady," he greeted. Padmé's smile dimmed just a little. "Ani, it's just me and you. You don't have to be so formal, unless you would prefer me calling you Anakin instead?" Padmé asked.
"That would be good milady," Anakin replied and Padmé blinked at him, stupefied. "You want me to call you Anakin?"
"Yes milady. I'm rather ashamed of my brattish self when I was nine, and I would prefer it if I am never reminded of that stage," Anakin replied, sitting down on the grass. Padmé followed suit, her eyes never leaving his.
"Brattish self?" she asked, before mentally hitting herself for the lack of vocabulary. Anakin didn't seemed to notice as he nodded. "Yes, I now realized why Master Yoda was so unwilling to accept me into the Jedi order. I was terrible boy," he said, smirking slightly.
"This is the first time I've seen you smile since you were a kid," Padmé commented. "And you were not a brat. You were this intelligent young boy with exceptional flying skills," she praised, causing Anakin to blush profusely. "You've grown up, haven't you, Anakin?"
Anakin looked surprised at her question, but he nodded, somewhat shyly. "I guess I have grown up."
"Anakin, don't grow up too fast, ok? Promise me, you won't try to grow up to fast," Padmé pleaded, impulsively putting a hand on his. Anakin looked down and swallowed loudly. He had never experienced a feeling like this before. When Padmé touched him, he could feel his heart beat faster. Heck, one look at her could send him into hyperdrive! He turned away, trying to bury the thoughts. **Just an infatuation. Just an infatuation** He repeated that mantra to himself, before giving Padmé a nod.
"I'll try," he promised. Changing the subject, he asked. "So, what were you doing here all alone? It's dangerous to be out here alone, you know? No wonder the assassinations were so close to success," he lectured her, with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
"This is my own secret spot. Not even my handmaidens know it exist."
"I know," Anakin retorted, pointing a finger at his broad chest. Padmé looked at him quizically. "How did you know this place existed? It's buried so deep in the garden, no one bothers to look." Anakin shrugged and stared out at the majestic waterfalls. "The force brought me here," he said, seeming puzzled himself. "I don't why, but the force brought me here."
Padmé glanced at him, Anakin seemed almost vulnerable. She smiled at him and stood up. "I'll see at dinner then, Master Jedi," she said, her voice tinted with ironic amusement. Anakin stood up, ever the gentleman, and bowed. "I won't miss dinner for the world," he muttered, with a mocking smirk on his face, before looking surprised, as though he suddenly realized he had been flirting with him. Standing still, he scratched his jaw and nodded to the beautiful senator in front of him. As she walked off and the trees buried her from his sight, a distant memory pushed its way to the surface of his mind.
**Are you an angel?**
Anakin turned around, and got ready to meditate, to clear the thoughts from his mind. So intend was he on chasing the long forgotten memory, he didn't even realized when he accidentally muttered something under his breath.
"You're still an angel."
***
"Master Obi-wan, dinner's ready. Master Anakin's going to dinner later. He's meditating," Carl informed his grand-master. Obi-wan, who had been practicing his lightsabar skills, nodded, and deactivated his green lightsabar. With a wink at Carl, he gestured towards the dining room.
"Carl, how do you like being the apprentice of Anakin?" Obi-wan asked, attempting to make pleasant conversation, seeing that the boy probably never had an enjoyable conversation with his very strict master. Carl looked up at the wise-looking, bearded man with bright, honest eyes.
"Master Anakin is a great master. I feel honored to be the padawan of the chosen one. He truly is a good Jedi," Carl replied. Obi-wan merely smiled.
"But?" he asked.
Carl gathered up his courage. "I know that master Anakin's doing all that he is doing for me, and I am glad to have a loving master. He's like a brother to me, but sometimes I wish I could do things like other Jedi. Master Anakin's always so uptight. I could never joke with him, or truly tell him how I feel. He'll give me a long lecture." Carl played with his brown Jedi robe. "But I'll survive. Master Anakin saved my life more times than I can count, and I know he's doing all that he's doing to bring me up in the right way. He just wants me to be a good Jedi. If I can be half of Master Anakin, I will be proud."
"You look up to Anakin?" Obi-wan asked, with a kind smile at the young teen, with his cropped hair and a short stump of ponytail behind. Carl-Juan nodded. "Anakin's a good man, Carl. He is just concern for you," Obi-wan told Carl. Carl nodded again, and muttered 'yes, master.' As they entered the huge dining room, Obi-wan made a vow to talk to Anakin as soon as possible about cutting his padawan and himself some slack.
***
Anakin rushed into the dining room, his feet barely touching the ground as he ran gracefully. He stopped himself outside the room, and smoothed the imaginary wrinkles in his Jedi robe. Wiping the perspiration off his forehead, he opened the door. The group of people who had been happily eating and talking all stopped their conversations and turned to stare at him.
Anakin never did like being the center of attention. He would rather much prefer standing on one side, and brood. Now, his face turned a deep red, as he muttered a 'sorry'. Obi-wan couldn't help but give a small chuckle. Anakin suddenly looked his age, instead of the wise man who had grown up too fast. Anakin heard his friend's laughter and he narrowed his eyes.
**Do you mind not embarrassing me further, Obi-wan?**
**I'm sorry, my very young friend. But did you realize that you are blushing?**
**I am not!**
**I'm sure you aren't, Anakin.**
Anakin couldn't help but smirk at his master's ironically amused tone. He walked over to the table.
"Milady, forgive me. I lost track of the time."
Padmé was in her 'senator' mode, and she nodded regally at Anakin, excusing him for his lateness, while in actual fact she would love to tease him about his still-red face. As Anakin sat down at the empty spot next to her, she felt her heartbeat accelerating. She stole a glance at Anakin, who was busy eating. He was handsome, with his smooth, chiseled face and midnight- blue eyes. His short curls looked soft and Padmé wanted to run a finger through them to see if they were as soft as they looked. Anakin gave his lopsided grin at a joke Obi-wan was saying, and Padmé felt her heart drop. When he smiled, it was as though the world brightened up suddenly.
**Whoa! Padmé, what are you thinking?! He's a young boy. He's Ani. Not just any other Ani. But your Ani. You can't think of him romantically. Definitely not!** Padmé thought.
But she couldn't help herself. As Anakin lectured his padawan, Padmé observed him. He had matured, too much, perhaps. He was too uptight, too stiff. But when he smiled, he looked like the boy she once met in Tattoine. When he smiled, her heart ached for him. She wanted him, more than life itself, but how could she be in love with a boy who had matured into someone she barely knew?
***
A/N: Writing until here for now. Reviews please!!!